Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Ten City,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Brass Construction,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Y Pants,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.